Uncle Nan was waiting at the gate of the hospital. Since he was invited to attend, it must be the company's highest-standard hearse.
Seeing me coming out, Uncle Nan opened the back door for me and looked at my hands with uncontrollable concern, "Miss Wanying, I heard about you. Did your hands hurt while wearing gloves?"
I smiled and said it was okay, and when I entered, I saw Liu Xiaowen, who was also dressed in black.
"It has to be our little Ying'er. She has the air of a lady regardless of whether she is dressed up or not."
After briefly asking about my body, Liu Xiaowen leaned into my ear and whispered, "One hand or both hands?"
I didn't respond, raised my left hand and shook it, and made a scissor gesture with my right hand under my body.
Liu Xiaowen exclaimed exaggeratedly, "From now on, your left hand will be invincible, Xiaoying'er, I say you have to practice your left hand to attack enemies unprepared!"
"Keep your voice down."
Qi Yihou, who was sitting in front, looked back at Liu Xiaowen and said, "It needs to be kept secret."
"It's all about what the family is afraid of."
Liu Xiaowen said casually, "No matter what, we can't hide this kind of thing. Sooner or later, Xiaoying'er's Five Thunder Palm will achieve great success and shock the world."
"Xiao Ying'er must be better than you. How many seconds did you faint that night?"
Qi Yihou said rudely, "Mei Wu shouldn't have driven you out. You fainted on the way. When you turned around, you finally met me. When you saw Xiao Ying'er, you fainted again. It wasn't enough to cause trouble..."
Speaking of this, Brother Hou seemed to have thought of something, "Ying'er, next time you can take Xiao Wen out. Maybe he won't be able to bleed after being electrocuted again!"
"I don't dare to do this kind of thing again."
Uncle Nan who was driving said, "Miss Wan Ying, no matter what you want to practice or which hand you want to practice, please don't pick up thunder again in the future. It's really too dangerous."
"Old Zhou, you don't understand this. Xiao Ying'er is called to survive in a difficult situation, to endure hardships and to strive for self-improvement..."
Qi Yihou and Uncle Nan started playing idioms solitaire, making the atmosphere a bit more relaxed.
Liu Xiaowen didn't say anything anymore, and he still looked like a military advisor with the presence of an old god.
I had no intention of chatting, so I looked sideways at the scenery outside the window.
It's mid-March, and the peach blossoms on the streets are almost in full bloom.
The bright sunshine falls on the pink petals, the peaches and plums are beautiful, and the red sleeves are fragrant.
Lowering the car window slightly, there seemed to be a faint fragrance in the air. The breeze blew through my fingertips, but I couldn't hide my melancholy.
As the car drove into the parking lot of the funeral home, from a distance, I saw many security personnel and reporters taking pictures to maintain order.
Seeing this, I straightened my hair and clothes again and took off my gloves. Liu Xiaowen and Qi Yi followed me on both sides.
The security personnel who came to receive us led us to the farewell hall inside.
As soon as I stepped onto the steps, reporters came swarming over and asked me directly who I was, a relative or friend of the Su family.
Qi Yihou and Liu Xiaowen instantly transformed into bodyguards, and they professionally covered the camera for me.
I didn't say a word the whole time and walked towards the memorial service hall without squinting my eyes.
To be honest, the battle was so huge that even I, a practitioner in the funeral industry, secretly sighed at the generosity.
Not to mention the dozens of reporters waiting in the courtyard of the funeral home, when you enter the hall, you will see bodyguards standing in line on both sides.
Each one has an expressionless face, wearing earphones and sunglasses. There must be at least hundreds of people, and the momentum is very overwhelming.
Stepping on the light-colored carpet, the three of us were led to a carved brown door.
Then a middle-aged woman in professional attire came out. She looked familiar. She was one of Su Qingge's secretaries.
When she saw me, she hurriedly said hello, told her staff to put away the invitation, and asked me if I wanted the host of ceremonies to say some elegiac words.
Qi Yihou frowned when he heard this, "Before coming, he didn't tell us to prepare this. He only said that he would report the names of the company and the representatives coming to the meeting."
The secretary smiled politely and said, "Ms. Xie, this is just a ceremony at the memorial service. President Su will understand if you are not prepared."
Liu Xiaowen looked at me, "Xiaoying'er, are you ready?"
This happened quite unexpectedly. Of course, professionally speaking, there is no need to engage in such tricks at the memorial service, but considering the heritage that the Su family wants to inherit, it is understandable that Su Qingge would do a little extra work.
I thought about it for a few seconds and said a few words to the secretary.
She nodded, put on her headphones and explained to the staff at the venue.
Then he turned to look at me and made an invitation gesture, "Miss Xie, you three, please come in."
The door immediately opened in front of me. I raised my eyes slightly, and I was visually shocked. Facing me in the distance was a huge portrait of Grandma Su, two or three meters high. It was surrounded by white chrysanthemums. At the front of the portrait was a set of
The sea of lilies is elegant and warm overall.
There is a white carpet in the middle leading to the sea of flowers, and light pink peony flower baskets stand on both sides.
The most unusual thing is that there is no word "dian" in the audience, nor are there any words of deep mourning for someone.
The accompaniment is also piano music. Judging from the layout, this is completely a banquet scene.
Guests stood in small groups in the wide space behind the peony flower baskets.
Just by looking at his clothes, he could tell whether he was rich or noble, and they were all chatting in low voices at the moment.
Su Qingge stood in front of the sea of lilies, wearing a black skirt, tilting her head to listen to what the people around her were saying.
Although her face looked haggard, she still looked noble and elegant with her makeup.
I looked straight ahead as naturally as possible, and when I saw that Meng Qin was not beside Su Qingge, I was inexplicably relieved.
"Miss Xie Wanying, the daughter of Xueyan Funeral Service Co., Ltd. in Beijing City, came to express her condolences as a representative and wrote an elegiac couplet to comfort Mr. Su. The compassionate bamboo has its shadow in the sky, and its fragrance will last for generations to recall the spring breeze..."
The emcee's voice came out, the venue became quiet, and the guests all looked at me sideways.
Feeling the eyes of everyone looking over me, I looked at Grandma Su's portrait calmly, and I couldn't help but feel sad.
He raised his feet and walked towards Su Qingge in front of him, listening to the master of ceremonies continue, "So that a little bit of red furnace snow can be used as a night light in the world."
As soon as the sound fell, I walked up to Su Qingge and said, "Auntie, I'm sorry, I'm late."
Su Qingge looked at me with no blame, but smiled bitterly, shook my hand, and said softly, "I know you have been sick recently, Xiaoying'er, I wish you could come today, my mother
If there is knowledge under the spring, you will feel at ease. I still say that I will always be your aunt."
I nodded and my eyes were red, "Thank you."
Qi Yihou and Liu Xiaowen shook hands with Su Qingge beside me and expressed their condolences.
There were five or six elders standing next to Su Qingge, who should be relatives from the Su family clan.
I didn't even recognize him, so I shook hands in a decent manner and whispered my condolences.
Turning around, I walked to the huge portrait of Grandma Su, took the stick of incense handed to me by Aunt Su, and bowed to worship Grandma Su.
Grandma, thank you for your preference for me. You also let me know that when the bottom of the bucket is taken off, the earth is vast and the green pond is clear where the lifeblood is cut off.
After worshiping, I handed the incense stick to Aunt Su's family, and led Qi Yihou and Liu Xiaowen to the guests casually.
For me, even if the task is completed, I don't plan to go to the memorial banquet.